Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
I mean… what the fuck?
Daemon needed to get access to his phone soon because I was losing all sense of normalcy. For once in our eternal lives, I needed his advice.
Next to me, Charlotte shifted in her seat, making her knee brush the side of my thigh.
I swear to fuck, she might as well have reached over and grabbed my cock for the way desire exploded through my system, coming on so hard and strong that there was no way I was going to be able to talk myself down from it. Even if I wanted to. Which, honestly, I didn’t.
“Fuck it,” I hissed, reaching out to grab her, dragging her closer, and claiming her lips.
Her breath sucked inward with surprise, giving me parted lips, so my tongue could move inside to claim hers.
I was aware of it this time, so I felt the strange burning sensation as my tongue started to fork. Focusing on it, I fought the Change back, finding it more difficult than I could have anticipated, but managing after a moment or two.
It wasn’t long before I was pulling her onto my lap again.
My hands moved out, teasing the thin straps of her silk tank top, then slipping them off her shoulders, watching as the material fell, catching for a second on the swells of her breasts, then pooling down near her waist, giving me a prime view of her perfect tits.
“Perfect,” I heard myself vocalize my thoughts as one of my hands lifted, teasing under the swell, then over the hardened bud of her nipple. A shiver coursed through her, making my cock twitch. “So sensitive,” I added, then ducked down and sucked one of those buds into my mouth.
This time, when the Change wanted to fork my tongue, I went ahead and let it, teasing over her nipple until she was whimpering and her nails were digging crescents into my arms.
My other hand went up, teasing her other breast until I switched my mouth to that one, driving her up hard and fast because I knew I didn’t have enough control to drag this out. My cock was aching to be buried in her tight pussy again, and I didn’t see any reason not to give in to that desire.
That is, of course, until the fucking buzzer made her jolt hard, causing me to pull back.
“The Chinese,” she said, eyes wide as I took in the flush over her chest, neck, and cheeks from her desire.
“Fuck the Chinese,” I said, plunging a hand into her pants, finding her pussy already wet for me, as I knew I would.
A whimper escaped her, but better senses prevailed.
“It’s not fair to him. He relies on tips,” she reasoned.
The growl that moved through me was just a tad less… human than I should have allowed as I stood up, letting her drop onto her ass on the couch.
“Stay,” I demanded, looking down at her. “No,” I said when she reached to drag her shirt back up to cover her breasts. “I want you just like that,” I said.
“But what if he—“
“Sees what’s mine? He won’t,” I assured her as I turned to walk toward the door.
What was mine?
Where the fuck had that come from?
She wasn’t mine.
She wasn’t ever going to be mine.
Mine for the night, for the time being, maybe. But in a casual sort of way.
That strange possessiveness in my voice, in my chest, though, seemed to disagree with all of that.
I had a wad of cash out of my wallet before I even made it to the door. I answered it with my cock straining against the material of my pants, and not giving a single fuck about it.
“That’ll be…” he started, trying to read the receipt pinned to the bag.
“Here. Keep the change,” I said, ripping the plastic-wrapped paper bag out of his grip.
“Whoa. Wait. This is like… over a hundred too much,” the guy said, eyes wide as he looked at the cash.
“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck,” I said, turning to go back into the apartment, dropping the food beside the door, then locking it, before looking up to see if she followed directions.
Sure enough, there she was. With her shirt still around her waist, looking even more flushed than before.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, a smirk tugging at my lips before I reached to yank off my shirt, tossing it onto the ground as I made my way toward her.
It hadn’t escaped me that while I’d gotten to see every fucking inch of her, she hadn’t seen much of me, save for my cock.
So I let her gaze move over me, taking in the indents of my muscles, then the bulge in my jeans, before she worked her way back up.
Only then did I drop down to my knees while yanking her flat onto her back.